Next of Kin (Next #1)

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“Hey, wait…. Someone might be getting on.” “No one’s getting on. I hit the first floor again.” He grins, and I look down to see the button turned red. “I wanted more time before our date was over.” He kisses my neck, and my eyes roll backward.

He reaches behind me and uses both hands to grab my ass, lifting me straight off the ground and up to his height so he doesn’t need to bend down to kiss me. When the doors open, he keeps me pressed to him, my feet dangling at his shins.

My back hits the wall of the hallway next to our front door with force, and Warren’s body presses me into place as he continues to kiss me with hard, fierce kisses. I desperately pull at the sides of my dress to allow my legs the freedom to wrap around Warren’s hips—I’m no longer able to care about who may stumble into the hall and see us.

“Keys?” He moves his kisses to my cheek to speak, forehead pressing into my temple. It is achingly difficult to tear my thoughts away from the sensation of him between my thighs. “You don’t have yours?” I breathe out. “I do, but my hands are otherwise occupied.” He pinches my ass, and I straight...

“Hi,” I say through a faint giggle. I glance down at the two puddles around his feet as he steps out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him. His hand remains on the door as he looks back at me, eyes flowing up and down my body as his lips drift farther apart.

“Surprise.” I smile shyly, covering my chest with my arm. This was less awkward in my head. Now I’m sitting totally nude in front of a fully dressed man who stands, unmoving, across the room.

“I was actually speechless for a second there. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Warren unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? I want to ask, but remain speechless at the flawless man in front of me.

“You’re unreal, Chloe…your body…” He places two hands on the back of his neck, whispering to himself, “What the fuck…you—wow. Do you…” His voice trails off, and he lets out a long, forced breath. “Warren, you’re not actually saying anything right now,” I say, uncrossing my legs and planting my feet on the soft rug next to his bed. “I can’t. I may never speak right again.”

He steps out of his pants and bends to reach for my thighs, his hands gripping the top of each one. He kneels in front of me and presses his forehead to the tops of my knees where they meet. “What are you doing?” I ask, stifling a laugh. “I don’t know…praying?” Warren says, his grip on my thighs tightening.

“I’m seeing you completely naked for the very first time right now. Something I plan on doing for the rest of my life.” He looks down to the floor, shakes his head, and looks back up. “Did I say that out loud? Yes…yes, because your body is truth serum. Damn; your body. Your perfect body.”

“Truth serum?” I tease. “I’d tell you just about anything right now…don’t test it too much.” “Hmm, I think I might,” I say. He kisses my neck and trails a hand all over my chest, shoulder, and arm. I choose to resolve my curiosity instead of focusing fully on the pleasure Warren is already giving me.

“What did you think of me the day we first met?” I ask, my breath catching as he nips at my collarbone. He doesn’t hesitate to answer as he soothes the same spot with a featherlight kiss. “I thought you were beautiful. I loved your eyebrows. Funny but uptight. You called me Prison Break—which was weirdly charming. Then you spoke ASL and won me over entirely—though I chose, stupidly, to ignore that.”

He wraps a hand around my back, arching it until the tip of my breast grazes his cheek. He teases my nipples with his tongue and licks the entire length of the space between my breasts. My eyes close, and my lip finds itself between my teeth. “Easy…when you hugged me the first time. You fit into my side like you were made to be there. It took everything in me not to get hard. I was literally in pain trying to regain control.”

“When I wanted all of you?” Warren twists and pulls my nipple between his teeth, and I gasp. He’s answering questions I no longer need the answers to. I just need him to keep going. Keep touching. He tenderly places one hand on my cheek and brushes it with his thumb. “The night of my birthday, then more and more every day since.”

I wrap my hands around his neck, and we roll until he’s flat on his back, and I sit on top of him. He swallows, and his eyes glaze as he looks up at me. “You’re incredible.”